Mooncat Millennia Romane & Geschichten

“…They have only emerged in a century or so since the Great Calamity…One that says that the Moon goddess has not abandoned these people. But rather, they may very well be descendants of the Lunara wolves of the lost Moon clan…” “Moon clan?” Nan says out loud. “I’ve never heard of a Moon clan.” “I haven’t either.” Lionel admits. “And I’ve learned about every possible clan that existed…some even before the Great Calamity.” The only thing that surprise her was that Lionel did not know about this Moon clan. “Lionel,” Nan mummers. “Can you make out what this scratched out line says?” It’s difficult. The ancient link had seeped in well. Making it harder to the common visual spectrum to see.

Mason crinkles his nose obviously not liking the sound of that. “They live off the grid more than most. More than they did here at Riocht. At least they had a form of electricity here.” Mathias gives a rare chuckle. Marcus eyes Mathias, still hunched over the map, “Not just that, they live by different rules.” Straightening himself he offers a grim look to me. “Nyctimus is old, very old. Lycans live much longer than any other species of shifter including werecats.” His eyes roam to Mason then to Finn and back to me. “think… dark ages.”

"Am I really going through with this?" "Milady," Eliana clears her mind and refocuses on the healer who has paused next to her ankle. His eyes are sad, his shoulders low. "I am sorry that you must go through so much hardship, but I must ask, what is your knowledge of the Kexon?" Eliana's brow furrows, "The werecats? They have been extinct for years." He bobs his head, "That is the popular thought, yes, but what if it is not true."

Myla tapped Kollie rapidly, the woman was talking about true mates. "There is only one set of true mates every one thousand years", she knew she held their attentions. "Why?", "Because, the true mates become the next moon god and goddess of course", the woman laughed. What?! Anyone here could be the next moon god and goddess?? Was that how these things worked? "Ma'am, what would happen to the current moon goddess and uhm, when did we get a moon god?", Myla raised her hand tentatively.

“Here. ‘The moon-thread returns with the long count.’ It lists years… four hundred and… eighty-six.” Mike looked up, surprised. “So, roughly every 486 years?” Samantha nodded. “If this record is honest.” Lyra gave a low whistle in my head. Ancient. Classy. I approve. I tried to smile, but my skin prickled. “Does that mean I’m… old?” I asked, half joking, half not. Samantha shook her head. “Not your body. But your wolf may carry an older imprint.” Lucas glanced at Ryder. “That would explain why some of the elders’ stories mention a healer-mate who only appears ‘once in an age.’ We all thought it was a myth.”

A second part of the story, though, often gets left out. Thousands of years passed, and Selene watched her wolves fall in love and live the life she wanted to live with her Malachi, and she grew increasingly lonely. She did not leave the sanctity of the moon to be with the other deities; she did not speak or make her presence known to her wolves, and it was said she didn't utter a word for over two thousand years. She only stayed on the moon, basking in her depression and misery.

But judging by what Rosemary told Lia, we needed to go, and we needed to do it fast. Flashback: “A dark red moon would be rising in the sky in twenty-one days. It would be the second of its kind in the past ten centuries. The first moon which has created the first ever Lycan.” Rosemary said, looking at Lia who frowned. “The red moon would be a full one, despite having a full moon the night before, there would be the Lycan’s moon. If Killian is not dead on the night of that moon, another Lycan somewhere would be born, giving them the chance of rising again, and that is something that we want to prevent.”

“The moon is really full tonight and big. I have never see moon so full or big moon unless on blood moon night right before it turns red.” Rasmus frowned, “that’s true. I have lived for seven hundred years and I only see such big moon once a year.” “Likewise, I have lived for nine hundred years and I have never seen it on ordinary days,” Irene chipped in. “I can say the same and I have lived for two thousand years,” Vertimon said. Beruka and Maleeka were frowning at the full moon as well and right before they could talk, Steven beat them to it. “Well,” Steven scratched his head, “I have lived for nineteen years and I only see it once a year.” He chuckled.

“Our land is vast—forests, mountains so high they seem to touch the sky. It’s like another world entirely. The rules are strict.” “Woah,” Ethan gasped like a child, already imagining what the world might look like. “What about full moons?” “Full moons are wild,” Lucian said, turning to him and removing his gloves. “They’re nights for hunting and sex—it always triggers our senses.” Ethan pressed his lips together, noticing the smirk that curled on Lucian’s lips when he mentioned sex. “Then we have mates. Humans call it soulmates. Unlike humans who search for theirs, the Moon Goddess—the deity watching over us—chooses our mate. Most find theirs after getting their wolf at eighteen, but some do

Aaron didn't give two shits about the weight of his requests, but it was possible he was weighing to see if it was a small ask. “The Crescent Moon is in two weeks,” he began, meeting my expression. I watched his eyes stir coldly. “And?” “And so is your mating ceremony. I have a feeling this will be the last one we'd have in the next few decades,” he paused momentarily. I began to piece it. It all made sense now. Bastard.